After kneading the dough three times, Song Yun saw that the time was almost up, so she put the chopped garlic sprouts and bacon into the pan and fried them. After they were done, she added a pot of boiling water and started to cut the noodles after the water boiled.
When he had peeled halfway through and felt that he had already peeled two large bowls, he was about to stop. Before he put down the knife, he heard the voices of Qi Mo Nan and the old man talking. He silently raised the knife and continued peeling.
"Yun girl, are the knife-cut noodles ready? I'm starving." The old man smelled the aroma of fried bacon with garlic sprouts and his stomach growled.
"Wait another minute." Song Yun said.
Qi Monan walked into the kitchen and said, "Make me a bowl too."
"I've cooked yours, go wash your hands."
Qi Mo Nan happily ran to wash his hands. The old man followed behind him, dissatisfied: "You are shameless and want to eat my bacon and garlic sprouts without Yun girl's face."
Qi Mo Nan pressed the water and let the old man wash first. "It's better to come at the right time than to come early. I'm here to make a living."
The old man looked at Qi Mo Nan's smug look, washed his hands and shook them, and the water droplets splashed all over Qi Mo Nan's face.
Qi Mo Nan was speechless. This old man was so childish.
As soon as the knife-cut noodles were served, the three of them, who had been busy all day, were hungry. They ate in silence. After they finished eating, Qi Mo Nan finally spoke, pointing to the next door and saying, "Qian Youde has returned to his hometown in Tianfu."
The old man said, "No way! I just heard some noises coming from the next yard."
Qi Mo'nan said, "Qian Youde originally wanted to take the mother and son with him, but Yao Cuixiang refused to leave and wouldn't let Qian Jinbao go either. In the end, Qian Youde had no choice but to leave on his own."
The old man touched his chin and asked, "Do you think Qian Jinbao is really Qian Youde's son?"
Qi Mo Nan shook his head, "It's hard to say."
Song Yun wiped her mouth with a handkerchief. "It's hard to say. We need to see the evidence."
The old man nodded, "Indeed, if there is no evidence, even if he really isn't Qian Youde's son, Yao Cuixiang insists that he is, there's nothing he can do. He'll just be a cuckold for the rest of his life."
Song Yun thought that it was only 1974, and it would take a long time for genetic testing to become popular in the country. If Qian Youde really couldn't find evidence, this green turtle would probably have to wait for a long time. It was sad to think about it.
"How is Mr. Wu?" Qi Monan asked.
The three of them talked about Old Wu's condition again. As they talked, the old man and Song Yun discussed Old Wu's treatment plan. Qi Mo Nan had no chance to get a word in. He could only get up silently and clean up the dishes to wash them.
After Qi Mo Nan washed the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen, he went to the small living room. Song Yun and the old man had already discussed the treatment plan and were talking about going into the mountains to collect herbs.
"I'm definitely not going to be able to come these few days. Mr. Wu needs someone to come over. Let's wait until his condition gets better and see if we can squeeze out a day." Song Yun said.
Old Man Wu nodded and said, "The weather is still too cold recently. It would be better to go when it warms up."
Qi Mo Nan sat down at the table and looked at Song Yun. "I saw you made some dough. Are you going to make steamed buns?"
Song Yun nodded. "Well, I'll make it once it's ready. If you're not ready, just wait a little longer. I'll bring you some when it's done."
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